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TO A SHOPPING BAG LADY

April 17, 2020

Collection of Poems A

Your turf defined
and no worry about
calling the plumber,
or waiting for him to arrive.
Never do you have to vacuum or dust.
You settle so comfortably -
following where there's heat.
Whereas we in our homes,
if there's no heat
we shiver and mutter.
Bag Lady -
we are all akin,
my mind is in bags
wanting to move
and camp in many places.
But you see me like a fly
stuck on the flypaper
of appointments and commitments.

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